T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house only Santa was stirring as quiet as a mouse. He came down the chimney and looked all around with a twinkle in his eye and his belly big and round. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care and the tree was delightfully trimmed and prepared.
He smiled at the gewgaws and little statuettes of elves, reindeer and good ol’ Santa himself. There were ribbons and bows and trinkets and tree bulbs and then he spied a small effigy of Mrs. Claus. It was actually pretty lifelike if Santa was being honest. It showed her with very generous curves and her mammoth boobs almost hanging out of her bright red velvet dress.
He gave a big Ho Ho Ho at sight of it and decided to reward whoever it was that went to all this trouble.
He quietly dropped his bag of goodies on the floor and tiptoed out of the living room. He peeked around the corner leading to the stairs and chuckled to himself.
When he went upstairs he found the bedroom belonging to Katie. As he expected, Katie was fast asleep. She had been a good girl all year and she knew better than to be awake when Santa arrived.
He knows when you are sleeping you know.
He crept into her room and looked down at her. She was a fine looking woman at twenty-three years of age. With her brown hair hanging almost straight to her shoulders and her full lips curled into a half-smile as visions of sugar plums danced through her dreams.
Santa held his hand out palm down over her sleeping form and slowly drew the covers back. Her bright red negligee hugged her slender body delectably and his eyes twinkled with delight. Ever so slowly he tugged the strings down her shoulders and to her upper arms. The soft swell of her generous breasts came into view and he reached down and pulled the sewn-in bra cups down and away.
The bright pink nipples that came into view took Santa’s breath away. He bent to one knee and suckled her left nipple lovingly.
Mrs. Claus would understand he knew. She realized better than most how difficult it was for adults to hold on to their beliefs in these challenging times. Katie had never ceased to believe in Santa Claus and his magic. Ever since she was a little girl she had believed and kept on believing. Even when her friends tried to talk her out of it, she held on to her belief.
Santa intended to reward her for her life-long loyalty.
Katie moaned softly in her sleep as Santa gently tweaked her nipple with his lips and tongue.
He moved his hand up between her thighs and tickled the sparse hair there. Katie squirmed and then Santa’s fingers penetrated her slit. By now it was soaking wet and they went in easily.
Katie opened her eyes and looked down at the full head of silver hair leaning down over her chest. She put her arms around his neck and held him closely with a sigh.
“Santa?” she breathed softly, “is that you?”
“Yes child,” he said as he looked up into her eyes, “it’s me. HO HO HO.”
“Oh Santa!” she squealed, “I knew it! I just knew you were real!”
“I’m here to give you your present!” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
Katie grinned and laid back with her arms and legs splayed apart.
“I’m ready Santa,” she said breathily.
“I’m sure you are my child,” he said.